She was NOT out past curfew. She was NOT being babysat by a Prefect - thank MERLIN and CIRCE and everyone else- but she was surrounded by elves. So that counted for something, right? Dora logic said it did anyway. Ahem. As the fifth year plopped near the fireplace she pulled her knees up and hugged them to her chest as she stared at the dancing flames. Nothing soothed a Dora quite like watching something burn. Dreamy sigh.
The term was decidedly not her favorite. NOPE. All the studying, the curfew, the general feeling of dislike she had for most people at the time. Meh. Just... she needed something to take her mind off of all of it. Where was a fellow lion when she needed one?
Ahem.
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